Закончил на одиннадцати шестисот, thank god that's over.
I feel the top of the room come off, kill everybody there and I'm watching all the stars burn out, trying to pretend that I care
But I didn't, (no-one ever does) and I won't, (no-one ever will)
Can't you see it's all flown out of my hands and our clothes (are all too often ripped) and our teeth (are all too often gnashed) and it lasts as long as it possibly can